I sat in my room on my own thinking about life, thinking about what is going to happen in the next chapter of my life. I looked ahead and i started over thinking about everything. At this point in my life i didnt know what to do with my life.
I thought about everything and i began to cry. I began to cry about all the things i missed like my family members who i didnt see in a while. I missed being happy and filled with so much joy, enthusiam and so much hope. I wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry.
I felt empty as if something was missing, something important. I hid and under my quilt and cried. I kept moving around and kicking the quilt around because inside i was mad and i didnt know why i was mad at myself. My mind was full of rage at myself.
I wasnt perfect. Even my own mother conpared to other people and made my insecurties even worse. I was always compared to other peoples body images by my own mother! I kept on overthinking and i soon later i burst into an anxiety attack. I had never experienced this before and i didnt know what to do.
